when the two
long-lost souls
finally meet
One says—
she’ll hug and
squeeze him
The other thinks—
he’ll smile nervously
and go silent
There’ll be silence—
a different kind that
they haven’t felt before
The silence is
their bridge
where they will stand
reflecting on their two worlds
On one side—
their real world
where reality feels heavy,
sinking the two of them
beneath the bridge
On the other side
that nobody else sees—
their unreal world is
beginning to turn more real
and floats like the swans
beneath the same bridge